firefly-flashes: “Mine,” he said quietly, no hint of gentleness or uncertainty in his tone. The rop
firefly-flashes: “Mine,” he said quietly, no hint of gentleness or uncertainty in his tone. The ropes that he had wrapped around my body were snug, but not painfully tight, a gentle reminder of his control rather than a punishment. They made my skin come alive, and when he pushed me down on all fours, head down, ass in the air, every vulnerable spot bared to him, I felt as if I should have been afraid, but there was no room for fear when he was in control, nor for doubt or hesitation. He stroked his hand along the small of my back and I shivered. He was so strong, so cool…and I was so…so naked. “Stop thinking,” he demanded, as if he could see the thoughts whirling through my mind. “Your body knows who it belongs to. Don’t fight it.” He gripped my hips and pulled me back, grinding my bare ass against the hardness of his cock through his trousers. He was right, of course, and there was nothing to do but close my eyes and let everything else go. He saw the moment when my fists uncurled and my breath sighed out slowly, and I could hear the pleased smile in his voice, the dark promise of things to come. “That’s right,” he said. “Mine.” -- source link